Chapter Four
Cole Hass looked at the road.
He walked to Central Park.
He was thinking that the girl was gone. Or worse. Crime was up. He wasn't sure what was going on; he never went out at night... Unless he had to. For two decades he had grown up under President John F. Kennedy; he had cried when he was assassinated in Dallas, Texas, on November 22, 1963. Cole was a child of the Cold War, where spies and espionage, went hand-in-hand; where everyone read Ian Fleming, and seen the movies with Sean Connery as James Bond 007. But that was fiction, and British cinema.
There was something wrong now.
The last decade was full of evil.
He didn't believe in President Richard Nixon since the Watergate break-in. His schooling was fueled by a desire to punish people. He grabbed the rifle in his right hand, and went hunting.
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